Tag: angels
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Pen of Heaven Arid of Ink
Quill of Metatron Pen with which bright stars were drawn Rudely expulsed from heaven’s bawn An angel spending one last dawn looking down No dappled dawn drawn, no daylight dauphin Sun fruited cloudlinings fluttering resemble Her oriflamme France, which when flown her ranks could never lose Flambeau lures moths of my memories, lots of my…
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Might Be Angels
Argument, half hearted political rant, usual spiel Anything to stopper the silence Men go to rocks without sirens Might be angels treat them decently any indigents with shoeless feet Cross the street to meet them, your charitable best foot forward, release From your grasp more coin than he asks, cast them not into his lap…
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The sun rising as it has not in some time
Sunrise glorious, more than recent times Sunrise’s old but recently seen beauty, tenfold Even a day’s break steals all gold’s glimmering Fools old and young ascribing to arts limn you As Apollo limb you that you might walk far afield C thy coastal passage sprouting thyrsus awield Vaster than recalled Tutelary star. Sunrise as has…
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